In my "everything is beautiful" mood I have found myself bending down (a movement that is getting harder as I get older) to pick up earthworms off the asphalt and toss them back into the dirt where they accomplish their job of turning earth. Truth be told, I play favorites. I don't do that for slugs. It is sad to see how many worms die on the asphalt when the moisture evaporates.
I found a rather large earthworm about halfway across the walking path. I bent over to pick it up. It twisted and writhed to escape my grasp. I made a few more attempts and then gave up. Who am I to deny a creature it's own destruction when it seems so bent on it.
The worm made me reflect on my own life and my own willingness to seek self destructive behaviors. I look at my eating patterns and see my bent towards destruction. I look at my unwillingness to get adequate exercise and how it has hurt me. Like the worm I have twisted and writhed getting out of activities that could help me.
Hopefully I am changing, and unlike the earthworm, I am attempting to submit to forces that can move me out of destructive paths.
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Isn't that amazing, when you can see yourself doing the wrong thing, yet completely unwilling to stop it. Sometimes I wish i had more power over my own actions.
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